A complicated blog about searching for something through videogames, music, cinema, manga, books and useless questions. Because when you know exactly what you are searching for, it's more difficult to find it.

22 agosto 2014

So, while i was on vacation i was able to finally read Goodnight PunPun’s last volume with the series’s ending, and sadly it was a real disappointment. What happened to Inio Asano? While PunPun’s early episodes where a wonderful trip to a kid’s dreams, full of imagination and surreal events, the last few volumes and especially the ending are a linear and trivial fall into boredom and spoiled, psychopaths teenagers that i did not care about. But my manga-related readings this summer were saved by an anonymous author, that created a spastic and demential heta-uma style comic with no sense whatsoever… or is it? One of those so-bad-it’s-good comics that are able to entertain me for some random reasons, “Heta-Uma! Jiyū no Tabi” (事由 の 旅 ?) was found by a friend in a closed bookshop in Ariake (Tokyo) and it’s probably the work of some obscure doujin circle with too much free time in their hands. Right now my friend has found only the first chapter of this heta uma manga, but it seems that there should be more chapters hidden away in those bookcases between hundreds of other self published comics. While we wait for “Heta-Uma! Jiyū no Tabi”’s second chapter, enjoy the first one: you can read it below or download it in PDF. Have fun!

Not Pixel Art

Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.